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Bertrand Russell's chicken is fed every morning of its life, and grows surer each day that the farmer means well. Then one morning the farmer wrings its neck.
You set an alarm tonight because the sun will rise tomorrow. You sit down without testing the chair because chairs have always held. Nearly everything you do rests on a bet that the future will behave like the past, and you have probably never checked the bet itself.